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That was Justine on tiktok who makes cooking videos. Lying in bed scrolling tiktok to try and distract from the way my heart hurts

I just got broken up with. This has never happened to me before. The worst is I can’t even be mad because he was valid in the reasons he ended it. 1. The difference in sex drive. Tbh I agree and I don’t think I was really looking forward to going through the sex again. No issues but just not good. No not not good. It was good. Just too much of it and I was already over it when he was just getting started. 2. I don’t show care very well. This is not the first time I’ve been told this. I was almost angry when he said it but it is very likely true. It’s something that has been pointed out to me by others and I think I would never be able to be in a relationship with someone who requires care to be shown in these ways. 

I did want to be caring towards him at first because he was so lovely to me. But his responses made me think he didn’t want it so I stopped. I think I kinda emotionally disengaged at this point and that’s what he was feeling. I can’t be angry at him because I don’t think he did anything wrong with this situation. He just read the room and decided it was best he left. 

I’m trying not to be angry at myself or regretful of any of my actions. I know that won’t help. I want to have a positive take away from this experience. He was a lovely man who treated me well. We just weren’t a good match. That’s ok. It was nice to be treated well. 

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I’m trying to remember when my thing for ‘problematic’ characters started. I’m thinking back trying pinpoint it. My dad bought me the dvd of season 1 of dexter when I was in year 12, knowing that I would like it, so it had to be before that. I read Skullduggery Pleasant in high school and developed a love for Billy Ray Sanguine. I can’t remember exactly when I started reading them - looking at google the books were released nearly every year during the time I was in high school so it could’ve been at any point. I was also reading True Blood at around this same time but never really got into them, just liked talking about them; I think I found the violence shocking but im not completely sure. I started watching Teen Wolf in year 11 to have something to talk about with a girl who was one of the only people left in my friend group at that point as everyone else had left school in year 10 and we suddenly realised the only thing we had in common was our mutual friends. I don’t think the obsession I developed at that point with Peter Hale was a surprise to me. I remember watching the tv show Under the Dome and being disturbed by my infatuation with the character named Barbie. I didn’t continue watching that show as it was a bit too disturbing for my tastes. However I’ve just checked google and it apparently didn’t air until 2013. Vampire Diaries was a big deal for me, and as far as I remember my love for Damon was instant. I’ve checked and it first came out in 2009 and I remember watching each episode as it aired. At this point that’s the earliest, unless I started reading Skullduggery before that. I met the girl who introduced me to Supernatural when I was 14. I’d had friends in year 6 who watched it but I wasn’t interested because I didn’t like scary things. This girl at 14 though she loved them. We ended up kind of living together for a year or 2 and watching Supernatural (interspersed with horror movies) was what we did. I really didn’t like scary at that point but I loved Supernatural and I loved hanging out with this girl. When I was first watching my favourite character was Sam because he was the good one. Bad boy Dean was her favourite. This worked for us because we each had our own (which wasn’t important to me but was to her). This was over a period of time from 2008-2010. We watched seasons 1-5 together, which was enough for good boy Sam to turn into an allegory for drug addiction and also start murdering people with his mind (my beloved). Maybe this was when it started. During this time we also watched Queen of the Damned and to both of us Lestat was to ultimate heartthrob. I thought about him endlessly. Twilight had of course already happened at this point but I’m not sure that plays any part in this picture except as a gateway to vampires. I can’t remember if I was interested in vampires before this but I suspect not. I read Sunshine as a direct result of the vampire craze. I loved this book dearly for how dark it was and recommended it to everyone (still would). I’m loosing track here. Being Human does come under this introspection - Mitchell and his guilt ridden murderous ways continue to hold my heart. Google says this came out in 2010 but I know I didn’t start watching until after the US version came out which was in 2011. I’m trying to think further back. I feel like I’m trying to unlock my puberty ‘Aha!’ moment, but I didn’t so much have that for any person, real or fictional, as I did for Gabriella Cilmi’s Sweet About Me music video (2008). When did this start? I saw the episode Rose when it first aired in Australia by pure chance of having the tv on the right station at the right time. This was in 2005. It terrified me and I proceeded to watch Doctor Who every week after this. Captain Jack Harkness first appeared in Doctor Who the same year. I wouldn’t say I had a crush on him (I never had crushes on anyone, which started to bother me as I got older) but I was definitely impacted by him. I think he may have even been the first tv character that wasn’t an animal or anime that I was truly impacted by (not including Charlie’s Angels of course). While Captain Jack Harkness is not necessarily a bad person when he’s introduced to us, he is certainly devilish and I was intrigued. But devilish is a long way from murderous. Skullduggery Pleasant, Vampire Diaries and Supernatural seem to be holding equal ground. I think though that Supernatural and this girl are worth thinking more on. I think potentially I got a lot of things from her. I thought she was amazing and loved doing things that made her happy with me. It felt so easy to do. She was in foster care because of her family’s involvement with drugs. I went through a period of time where I thought drug addiction was so cool and im thinking it might have been because of her. Not that she would have thought that(it had literally torn up her family) but I thought anything to do with her was amazing, and her entire life was so far from anything I knew. I don’t think this is something I had much opinion on prior. Im trying to think to before and I did have a friend who would regularly turn up to school stoned. I don’t think I felt much about that one way or the other. My friend with the supernatural and the horror movies and the mental health issues (looking back; who on earth diagnosed a 14 year old with bipolar disorder? That doesn’t seem right? Like the cptsd 100% but she was being heavily medicated for bipolar mood-swings at 14). Actually I think I also got a lot of my music taste from her too. I loved her a lot. It didn’t hurt like a lot of the love in my life did at that point and it was good for me. It also did break my heart when she left and I never saw her again. It broke my heart, but I don’t think it actually hurt me? It was just one of those things that happened. Her mum was back and she was allowed to go home. It was just sad. I was heartbroken but I wasn’t hurt by her. That was a different experience too.
Was my entire personality and interests formed by a girl I knew for a few years in foster care? Maybe. But also she didn’t like Sunshine. She liked romance novels and I didn’t. I listened to all the music she loved and watched all the movies she wanted to watch and some of them became my favourites, music I still listen to and love now, but some didn’t. She was an avid reader, but never read fanfiction and wasn’t interested in shipping; I was. We went to youth group together. This wasn’t new to me- I’d been to youth groups with friends before. She dressed me up in her fancy clothes and did my makeup. This was special to me and definitely formed some desire inside me that I still have now. The more I look at it the more I’m thinking. She didn’t form me - or I didn’t form myself from her. What she did was expose me to more of life then I’d had a chance to experience at that point. I’m so grateful I had that. I think it’s very possible that I may not have made it out of my teenage years alive without this. I was so very very isolated. I lived in the middle of nowhere with my mother who was never home or asleep, and my brother who decided 15 was a good age I become an alcoholic and start disappearing for days on end. I had a good friend group at school and never any real trouble, but no one I really clicked with or truly liked being around, and due to my home situation, didn’t really ever have a chance to socialise outside of school hours. My isolation was killing me. I think it really might have if things hadn’t happened like they did.
This has truly derailed from the original point but I think I have found my answer. I don’t think any one thing made me like this. It was more of a slow exposure to my options in the world - and I chose which path to take, over and over. (I am me and that’s ok)

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I can’t. Ok. I actually can’t verbalise it right now.
It’s interesting that I linked it to twilight considering my issues with breaking dawn that I tried to explain to a therapist at the time and she didn’t understand
It’s the exact same thing now
It makes me feel isolated and misunderstood and I don’t really understand what else. It clogs my thoughts and I can’t think of anything else. I’ve been on the floor of the shower for about an hour. I couldn’t move or do anything. This emotional state is paralysing. I wish I could understand why
The thing is I genuinely love them. I love the dynamic I love the way it made me feel when I was watching it. It’s not until I was exposed to other peoples reactions to it that I began to feel this way. It’s the overwhelming feeling that everyone is wrong and I’m the only one that sees it. I feel ill. I want to cry and scream and get black out drunk and sleep and not think and tear my skin off or cut into it like that might make me feel better it might make this feeling leave or maybe I can feel nothing at all
This is terrible. And I’ve felt this way before
I just want to be done with this emotion and move on

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 Transferred all my livejournal entries to dreamwidth. Now to start using dw like it’s my lj. 

I still miss old fandom so much. Every time I stumble across an empty blog of someone I used to follow or know and it makes me sad. 

Currently getting over covid. My week of mandatory isolation is up and my symptoms have not completely gone. I feel ripped off. Also this is dumb but I didn’t get a sore throat or a cough until at least 3 days into it and everyone is telling me it’s one of the first symptoms. My first symptom was a crushing headache and full body aches to go with it. My thought was not I might have covid, but more “I need to go see the osteopath again”. it wasn’t till later that night that it even occurred to me to test and even then I did it twice because I wasn’t convinced. I feel like I’ve been kind of misled to be honest. Currently have a scratch in the back of my throat which is super annoying. I’m super annoyed that I still have covid. I want a refund on this whole experience. 

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So it’s been about a day and I feel a little bit like I’m going through withdrawals. When was the last time I went this long without going on tumblr? It feels like it’s been a lot longer then a day. I keep catching myself forgetting and looking for the app. I’m suddenly aware of just how much time I spent on that site every day.
I’ve decided I’m going to give myself a whole week without it before I let myself check my account.

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Just deleted my tumblr. Will see how long that lasts

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- the bin truck making its way down my street, the sound of my own breathing and my tummy, the birds outside, the rustle of my fingers against my doona. -


I got a new job. I keep being hit with the thought that this is real. It makes me so happy that I’m finally out of that office after three and a half years. Im so happy. This is my second week. I love the new office. So far I love the new people too. I think I’m going to love the role.
I have a new job, I have my own place, I have friends I like. I’m so happy.
Having to take half the week off this week unfortunately to go up to Salamander Bay with the family. Even that I’m not too upset about. I think I should be? Mostly it’s a relief that she’s past. The only part that’s upsetting me is that dad can’t be there. That makes me sad for him.
I’m going to give myself time to settle into the role and then maybe think about moving out there? I’m not sure I’ll see how it goes. The drive is actually not bad at all to get out there, and there’s free parking across the road which is amazing. But also it would be an amazing opportunity to live by the beach.
As soon as the borders open I’m going to go see my dad. I miss him a lot.

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I think I have a new job? I’m unclear on the matter. I’m so happy with myself though. I can do this. I can do things. I’m going to work by the beach?? These are all things that are actual actual possibilities.

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So I’ve moved out. Semi officially but also not quite. 95% of my stuff is still at home. Mum is doing better then I feared she would. She took it just as badly as I expected at the start but now it’s like she’s more on board with it then I am. It’s something for her to brag about which is nice. I don’t like telling people but she is telling everyone and I’ve decided to just accept it. It’s a small price to pay.
I don’t know why I don’t like telling people. I think I’m embarrassed? Or scared of failing and having to explain my failure to people. So I’m kinda not telling people right now.
I’ve been sleeping in a lot. More then I should, but I can and no one is going to tell me not to. Every time someone walks passed my room I tense up expecting the door to be thrown open. I’m telling my self I’m indoctrinating myself. Which isn’t a lie at all. It is So Good to know that no one is going to come into my room without my permission. But also I’m using it as an excuse to not get out of bed. So. I’m going to get up now

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I just finished watching the last episode of The Good Place.

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So this will never end

I hate that I have no emotions that are not him.

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I can’t say this to you because you will turn it around on me and make it into nothing but I need to say it so that it is said.

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I treated the last Friday he was on late shift like it was goodbye and I’ve been acting like it was ever since.

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I have no more emotions on this except: I still want to have sex with you. As often as possible before this is over.

The thought of this being over still hurts Iike being punched in the chest.

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At what point did I start being uncomfortable with you? Because that was the point when we stopped being friends. It’s just that it’s taken me this long to notice and I don’t know where I should be pointing to say ‘this is why this isn’t working’

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I had the realisation that I am not special.

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I’m depressed as fuck but feel more myself then I have for a while.

It’s weird, that in this state of mind, I have nothing I need to say

That hurts me to write. Which makes me think it’s not true.

And yet

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Who do I want to be?

Who I have been isn’t working.

I’m scared to be on my own.

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I’ve come to the conclusion that a large part of why I feel so unmoored is that I’m not making anywhere my home. The house that I’ve lived in for the past 14 (what) years of my life I don’t consider my home or I stopped considering my home. It’s my mums home and I just live there. It’s my mums house and I just keep it tidy. The issue with this is that there is no where else for me to consider mine and I am desperate for a place that is mine.

I’ve decided to deal with this by making the place that I live my home.

I think that buying a doorknob for the door to my room would be a good step in this direction

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